“It’s only going to be a month. Please Sarah; you know your father needs this cruise to help with his recovery.”

“But Aunt Carla…stinks.” She knew it wasn’t a nice thing to say but it was true. Everyone knew it.

Sarah remembered their visit to her Aunt Carla at Christmas. She lived in a sun-bleached clapboard house in an old neighborhood. With no car, she walked once a week to the store and post office. Her only apparent regular visitor was a nurse every Wednesday. Sarah recalled the embarrassment she felt when they took her smelly aunt to the Christmas service.

Her mother’s voice drew her back to the present. “I know how you feel about your Aunt Carla but she’s close to school. You won’t be with her all day every day. Even church is nearby and you can phone Pastor Jim for transport to youth group.”

Sarah unfolded her arms and opened her mouth to respond stopping short at the sight of her father staggering in from the yard. His mouth drooped on one side and spittle hung in mid-air about two inches from his bristly chin. She turned and ran to her room throwing herself onto her bed.

Minutes later the door open. She turned her head toward the sound. Sarah’s red eyes met her mothers’. “I want my daddy back.”

“You will, Sarah. The doctor said it will take time and this cruise will help. He’s fortunate the stroke didn’t affect his walking.”

“Okay, I’ll go to Aunt Carla’s.”

Sarah ate her breakfast in silence ignoring her aunt sitting opposite. The kitchen smelled musty and mingled with the naphthalene which lingered in the air throughout the house. Neither had spoken much since she had arrived three days earlier. In the evenings the only sound had been the tinkling of silverware against old dinner plates while they ate their evening meals. The spacious sunroom, consisting of a large comfortable day bed, a closet and an antique table, is where she would stay… out of Aunt Carla’s way.

“Would you like something special for supper tonight?” Aunt Carla asked. “I can make hamburgers and chocolate chip cookies; your father’s favorites.”

Aunt Carla rose to her feet and wheezed heavily; her foul breath caused Sarah to cringe. The older woman took her breakfast plate to the sink and stood with her back to her niece.

Sarah felt a pang of unexpected guilt. She finished her breakfast and hurried to collect her things for school. Her aunt was still at the sink when Sarah passed the kitchen on her way out. She heard her aunt sniffle and watched as she removed a tissue from her pocket. Leaving the room noiselessly, Sarah step outside and closed the door.

“Sarah, what’s ya doin’ at Stinky Poo’s?” She looked up to see a face disappear back through the window of a passing school bus.

Keeping her eyes downward, Sarah began walking in the direction of school. She quickened her step and almost immediately bumped into someone approaching from the opposite direction. Sarah uttered an apology and knelt to pick up the items the woman had dropped. Sarah lifted her head and realized this woman was the community nurse. “Oh, you must be going to see my aunt.”

“Yes, I’m Jenny and you must be Sarah. Carla’s been so excited about you coming to stay. Um…I overheard that boy. I’m sorry. It must be hard to hear people say such nasty things about your aunt. They just don’t understand that some forms of terminal lung disease cause the body to produce odor from dying cells.”

“What? Oh…yeah. I…I…I better get to school.”

Sarah’s heart pounded and her breathing accelerated but it had nothing to do with her vigorous walking. She began to cry thinking about the terrible things she had said and thought about her aunt.

Oh God, I’m so selfish. Help me to be a friend to Aunt Carla. Please look after Daddy and make him well. I think you have a few things to teach me while I’m here. Let me learn…

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This one tugs on the heart. I think this lesson in compassion is good for all of us. (I think I'll have my daughter read this, she's interested in nursing). I like this sentence, "Defiance kindled her annoyance." Your ending is good and welcome. Your title is cute/fun. I really like this.

Wow--that was an unexpected ending. I think your story really illustrates that we often don't give kids enough credit. If Sarah had been told the truth about her aunt, their time together would have been much different. She really did have a compassionate heart.

Assuming that the information is correct (and I am) I didn't know that lung cancer could do that to a person. Obviously no one else did either. I wanted more information about why the other members of the family didn't know about the lung cancer, how the stroke happened, and about the difference tha turn-sround in attitude might have made. Sounds like you have a short story in here somewhere.

Thank goodness for the prompting of the Holy Spirit, even if it takes this guise: "Sarah felt a pang of unexpected guilt" Compassion and empathy can only come from one source and Sarah was slowly learning this. This story seems to hold a much broader range with its rich setting and characters.

Oh, so sad! I do hope that Sarah learns a bit more from staying at Aunt Carla's. I felt sorry for both of them, it was like there were two emotions dancing closer then farther apart between them. Great job with this! ^_^

Awww, I just love how this ended! I like Sarah; I'm not sure most teens would have learned the lesson. You can tell she's a Christian. Good characterization! The dialog sounds entirely natural, and the story flows well.